leaves turn to gold
Leaves turn to gold in the autumn sun, Telling how soon summer days are done. Birds in the trees sing all forlorn, Evenings grow cold and mists come at morn. Leaves turn to gold in the autumn sun, Telling how soon summer days are done. |
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